This is my second Sopranos dream in just a short period of time. I think I need to find something else to occupy my time.

For some reason, I'm hanging out with Christopher Moltisanti and his fiancee Adriana. Chris has a great idea to create some new drug, kind of the "crack" of heroin. He's purchased a large quantity of heroin, and we're back at an apartment cooking the heroin. Christopher has to leave, but Adriana and I are performing the conversion. Basically, we're dissolving the heroin in water, creating a paste, and spreading the paste into thin sheets. Eventually the sheets dry into something about the consistency of very thin peanut brittle.

We break up the sheets and store them in a dresser drawer in an upstairs room in the apartment. Adriana and I have to go somewhere. We get in the car and she is driving. I don't think she's high, but I'm not entirely sure. We make it around the block when she swerves a bit into the left lane and we get in a low speed head-on collision with another car. She gets out of the car and begins talking with the person she got in the accident with. I freak out, sure that this is going to bring police to the apartment, so I start walking across a field back towards the building.

I'm met halfway there by two apartment complex security guards. They ask me where I'm going. I panic and blurt out, "I do not give you permission to search the apartment!" They glance at each other and immediately one says on the radio, "Lock it down!" I bolt for the apartment. I guess they don't follow, because I make it back to the building. I let myself in, and Adriana is already there. I tell her we need to flush the drugs because police are on the way.

We run upstairs and grab the sheets. She starts breaking them up and flushing them, but the sheets don't break into small enough pieces, and they're not dissolving very fast. I get the bright idea to break off chunks and chew them up and spit them out, but it doesn't work very well. It turns pasty and I have trouble getting it back out of my mouth. There's a knock at the door, and I panic. It's either the police, in which case we're busted, or it's Christopher and he's going to be pissed that I'm flushing the drugs and that I panicked and drew the cops to the place. I frantically try to crush up more of the heroin, but that's about when my alarm clock goes off.

It wasn't really scary in a nightmare kind of way, more like the tension you'll feel while watching a good thriller.

I got to sleep about at the normal time for a Sunday night, maybe a bit later because I had been reading.

I hear a knock at the door and go downstairs to answer it. It's a fairly large man with a goatee. He says hi and explains that he's here to follow up on the visit he made last week when he was pitching a political candidate to me. I remember him coming around then, and remember that he was looking around in the house through the door at that time. I suddenly realize that it is very late, the election was earlier this week, and this man has no business being here. A very evil grin comes over the guy's face and he takes a step towards me. I try to scream but am unable to, then immediately bolt awake.

I couldn't have been out for longer than fifteen minutes... My radio was still on and it still wasn't in overnight programming yet. I decided to read a while longer before I went back to sleep...